Polo Off five Percs, I’m geeked (ooh, yuh)
Off five Percs, I’m geeked
Ooh (what)
[Chorus: Famous Dex]
Off five Percs, I’m geeked (huh)
Off two Xans, I’m sleep (a what)
Polo right on the beat (huh)
Vans they all on my feet (huh, skrr)
Diamonds on my teeth (huh)
Bankroll all on me (what, huh)
Run up on me, I ain’t sleep (huh)
.30 it’s all on my jeans (ooh, what
Plug)
Pop five Percs, I’m geeked (huh)
Off five Percs, I’m geeked (huh)
Off five Percs, I’m geeked (huh)
Off five Percs, I’m geeked (Polo on the beat, huh)
Pop two Xans I’m sleep (a what)
Polo right on the beat
(Nah, they don’t really understand, y’know what I’m sayin’?)
(Polo Dexter comin’ real soon, y’know what I’m sayin’?)
.30 it’s all on me (what)
Run up on me, put your ass to sleep (a what, Dexter)
[Verse: Famous Dex]
Off five Percs, I’m geeked (off five what)
Don’t know why I’m geeked (ooh, I’m geeked, plug)
I got Jasmine with me (I got Jess with me)
Feed her Hennessy (yeah, yeah, uh, Dexter)
Pop five Percs, I’m geeked (huh)
Pop two Xans, I’m sleep (pop two what)
Diamonds, they all on my teeth (ooh, huh)
Iced out my AP (iced out my AP, a what)
I’m rollin’ (what)
Geekin’ off Percs, can’t control it (huh)
Get out my dick, and you hold it (ooh, huh, what)
I get the money, you know it (know it)
I blow it (I blow it, Dexter)
Off them Percs, I’m geeked (ooh, what)
I got Trent with me (I got Trent with me, huh)
Off the flex, he geeked (off the flex, he geeked, huh)
Off the flex, we geeked (uh, yeah, Dexter)
[Chorus: Famous Dex]
Off five Percs, I’m geeked (ooh, a what)
Off two Xans, I’m sleep (a what)
Polo right on the beat (huh)
Vans they all on my feet (huh, skrr)
Diamonds on my teeth (huh)
Bankroll all on me (huh)
Run up on me, I ain’t sleep (huh)
.30 it’s all on my jeans (ooh, what)
Pop five Percs, I’m geeked (huh)
Off five Percs, I’m geeked (huh)
Off five Percs, I’m geeked (what)
Off five Percs, I’m geeked (Polo on the beat)
Pop two Xans I’m sleep (a what)
Polo right on this beat (yeah, a what)
.30 it’s all on me (what)
Run up on me, put your ass to sleep (yeah, uh, Dexter)
[Outro: Famous Dex]
Plug
You don’t really understand me, y’know what I’m sayin’? Polo Dexter comin’ real soon, y’know what I’m sayin’? Hahaha
Dexter
Polo, what’s up, Rosé? [Intro: Famous Dex]
Yeah, yeah
I know
Plug
I, I, I, Jasmine, I know
I know you wanna drink some
Some Hennessy and get geeked up, too
Off the Ecstacy, y’know what I’m sayin’?

Polo Polo on the beat, ya dig? (uh, what, Dexter)
[Verse: Famous Dex]
You say you got money, what happened? Know what I’m sayin’? (yeah)
I just wanna fuck on her friend (I do, huh)
I don’t even know that bitch name, though (I don’t even know the bitch name)
I just pulled up in a Benz (I don’t know her name, know what I’m sayin’?)
Diamonds lookin’ like rainbow (skrr, skrr)
Givenchy, never wear the same clothes (no, I don’t)
I get the money, I’m cappin’ (you what, huh)
Run up on me, I ain’t lackin’ (ooh)
You say you got money, lil’ homie, what happened? [Intro: Famous Dex]
Ooh, huh
I just wanna fuck on her friend (yeah, I just wanna fuck on her friend)
P-Plug
I just wanna fuck on her friend (I just wanna fuck on her friend)
I don’t even know her name, though (huh, ooh, what)
Polo, what’s up, Rosé? (Dexter)
[Outro: Famous Dex]
Ha, I just wanna fuck on her friend
I just wanna fuck on her friend (ha)
Ooh, what
Ha, Polo and Dexter like what
Ha, Polo and Dexter like what (a what)
Polo, what’s up, Rosé? (ooh)
Doin’ that flexin’, I know you be braggin’ (plug)
I get the money, I bag it (what, huh)
80 my wrist for the fashion (Dexter)
I just pulled up in a [?] (skrr)
Everybody said he [?] (skrr, skrr)
I get the money, you imagine (ooh, huh)
Shooters they with me, they rush you like Madden (they rush you like Madden, what)
Trill with me so we geek (huh, ooh, what)
Poppin’ that Molly, we geek (huh, ooh)
I be rollin’ for a week (I be rollin’ for a week)
Pour me a six, man, I need me some sleep (I need me some sleep)
I just wanna fuck on her friend (uh, what)
I don’t even know that bitch name, though (haha)
Bitches fuckin’ for the fame, though
Baby girl, you so lame, hoe (lame ass bitch)
[Chorus: Famous Dex]
I just wanna fuck on her friend (I just wanna what, huh)
I don’t even know that bitch name, though (I don’t even know that bitch name, though)
I just pulled up in a Benz (plug, skrr)
Diamonds lookin’ like rainbow (uh, Dexter)
Givenchy, never wear the same clothes (I don’t)
I get the money, I’m cappin’ (you what, huh)
Run up on me, I ain’t lackin’ (ooh)
You say you got money, lil’ homie, what happened? Dexter
Polo Boy Shawty
Polo and Dexter like what
Dexter (ooh, huh, wait)
Polo and Dexter like what (a what)
[Chorus: Famous Dex]
I just wanna fuck on her friend (I just wanna what, huh)
I don’t even know that bitch name, though (I don’t even know that bitch name, though)
I just pulled up in a Benz (skrr)
Diamonds lookin’ like rainbow (uh, Dexter)
Givenchy, never wear the same clothes (I don’t)
I get the money, I’m cappin’ (you what, huh)
Run up on me, I ain’t lackin’ (ooh)
You say you got money, lil’ homie, what happened? (yeah)
I just wanna fuck on her friend (I do, huh)
I don’t even know that bitch name, though (I don’t even know the bitch name)
I just pulled up in a Benz (I don’t know her name, know what I’m sayin’?)
Diamonds lookin’ like rainbow (skrr, skrr)
Givenchy, never wear the same clothes (no, I don’t)
I get the money, I’m cappin’ (you what, huh, Dexter)
Run up on me, I ain’t lackin’ (ooh)
You say you got money, lil’ homie, what happened?

Ayy
Polo Boy, Dexter
Plug
I like that shit (haha, haha)
I like the beat on it
Uh, wait
Uh, Dexter
Uh, wait
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, look
[Chorus: Famous Dex & Polo Boy Shawty]
I got the .30, don’t testify (yeah)
I get the money, no, never lie (yeah, yeah)
You could see in the devil eye (yeah)
Bussin’ so hard, you would think it’s a devil eye (yeah, yeah)
I got the .30, don’t testify (yeah)
I get the money, no, never lie (yeah, yeah)
You could see in the devil eye (yeah)
Bussin’ so hard, you would think it’s a devil eye (yeah, yeah)
Polo, Polo, Polo
I got the .30, don’t testify (yeah)
I get the money, no, never lie (yeah, yeah)
You could see in the devil eye (yeah)
Bussin’ so hard, you would think it’s a devil eye (yeah, yeah)
I got the .30, don’t testify (yeah)
I get the money, no, never lie (hey, hey
Hey)
You could see in the devil eye (yeah)
Bussin’ so hard, you would think it’s a devil eye
[Verse: Famous Dex & Polo Boy Shawty]
I say, I don’t even, even, even want yo’ hoe (p-p-plug)
I say, all I want is hundreds and a big bankroll (ayy)
I just wanna count my money ’til it cannot fold (ayy, whoa)
I just wanna run a check up ’til the bank is fuckin’ closed (uh, Dexter, uh, wait, uh, look, ayy, ayy, yeah)
I don’t want the sex, I want the throat (ayy, what)
I just spent ’bout five bands on a motherfuckin’ coat (ayy, oh man goddamn)
I just sip the lean, not no Rosé (not no Rosé)
Niggas not my friends, hell nah, they not my homies (nah, uh, what, uh, Dexter)
Bad bitch in LA with no makeup (yeah, yeah, yeah)
She just want a nigga ’cause I got my cake up (wait, look, what, look, wait, uh, Dexter)
Niggas sleepin’ on me, hell nah, they better wake up (wait, Dexter)
Polo Boy, Dexter, this the tape (Dexter, look, wait, yuh, Dexter)
[Chorus: Famous Dex & Polo Boy Shawty]
I got the .30, don’t testify (yeah)
I get the money, no, never lie (yeah, yeah)
You could see in the devil eye (yeah)
Bussin’ so hard, you would think it’s a devil eye (yeah, yeah)
I got the .30, don’t testify (yeah)
I get the money, no, never lie (yeah, yeah)
You could see in the devil eye (yeah)
Bussin’ so hard, you would think it’s a devil eye (yeah, yeah, p-p-plug)
I got the .30, don’t testify (yeah)
I get the money, no, never lie (yeah, yeah)
You could see in the devil eye (yeah)
Bussin’ so hard, you would think it’s a devil eye (yeah, yeah)
I got the .30, don’t testify (yeah)
I get the money, no, never lie (hey, hey
Hey)
You could see in the devil eye (yeah)
Bussin’ so hard, you would think it’s a devil eye (yeah, yeah)
[Outro: Famous Dex]
Nah, yeah
Dexter Boy, Polo
Polo Boy, Dexter
Haha
Uh, Dexter
Wait, look [Intro: Famous Dex & Polo Boy Shawty]
Nah, yeah
Dexter Boy, Polo
Polo Boy Shawty on the track, so why you killin’ it?

“This state and this country are in desperate need of better leadership. Though he hasn’t formally announced the campaign, Frenette submitted his statement of candidacy to the Federal Election Commission in January. Longtime Bon Iver manager Kyle Frenette is planning to run for Congress. Frenette has managed Bon Iver since 2007 and co-founded his artist management firm Middle West Management in 2010. As The Wausau Daily Herald reports, Frenette intends to run for the Democratic nomination for Wisconsin’s 7th Congressional district, a seat currently held by Representative Sean Duffy (R-WI), who has held the seat since 2011. The upcoming primary takes place this August 14. I haven’t officially announced yet but will be in the next two weeks,” he writes in an out-of-office reply from his Middle West email. Also Read:  Migos Ties The Beatles for Most Simultaneous Hot 100 Hits Among Groups
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This week, the band released a final live album called Last Night All My Dreams Came True and also played their last show at London’s Eventim Apollo. Loading…
Also Read:  Justin Timberlake Releases Teaser Video for New Song “Filthy” Watch a few clips of the performance and hear their new live album below. Last year, Wild Beasts announced that they were breaking up, finally concluding the project with a farewell EP. With a career-spanning 24-song, three encore set, the band triumphantly brought the 14-year-old project to a close once and for all.

To honor the later release, Justin Vernon and co. held a 10th anniversary performance last night in Milwaukee, where the band performed songs from the treasured album, including a new unreleased song from the era called “Hayward, MI.” During the performance, Vernon dedicates the song to his longtime manager Kyle Frenette, who recently announced his upcoming Congressional run. Also Read:  Drake & Bad Bunny Hit the Studio
Loading… Watch a few clips of the performance, including the band’s new song, below. Bon Iver’s 2007 album For Emma, Forever Ago technically turned 10 last July, but the album didn’t see a proper international release until the band signed to label Jagjaguwar and formally released the album in February 2008.

Saturday for Kanye West and Kid Cudi fans, who were treated to a special performance from the duo at adidas’ 747 Warehouse St. The joint performance fuels rumors of an upcoming Kanye-Cudi collaborative project, which they reportedly worked on in Japan last year. When they see your greatness. Out of fear.” Kanye replied: “Kid Cudi, don’t ever mention ‘Ye name. It was a G.O.O.D. “I need y’all to make some noise for Kid Cudi.”
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The Lonely Stoner brought Yeezus back to the stage for a rendition of “Father Stretch My Hands Pt. event during NBA All-Star Weekend event in Los Angeles. 1,” which they performed together. event featured performances from N.E.R.D, Lil Uzi Vert, Childish Gambino, 21 Savage, Playboi Carti, French Montana, and more. In November, the duo also performed “Father Stretch My Hands Pt. Cudi reportedly went to rehab, while West was treated for what’s been called a mental breakdown. Ni**as keep you close when they see how powerful you are by yourself. Taking to Twitter, Cudder wrote: “Ye, Drake, whoever. In addition to Kanye and Cudi, adidas’ two-day 747 Warehouse St. I birthed you…Respect the God!”
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However, both artists appeared to reconcile following individual health concerns. Dressed casually in shorts, an adidas sweatshirt, and hat, Yeezy surprised the crowd when he showed up on stage to introduce Cudder. Also Read:  Stream Omarion’s ‘CP4’ EP
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The 28-year-old former American Idol winner, her hubby and her mother Jodi posted on Instagram on Saturday photos from the party. We can’t wait to meet him. “@_danaisaiah‘s gonna have a little mini me running around! It was beautiful. “Little Bug can’t wait to meet her cousin,” Sparks wrote, alongside a photo of her niece kissing her baby bump, which she covered in a light gray bodycon dress. I am so grateful for the support system I’ve had growing up and the roots that took hold to support us now. #HGA #love #familyovereverything #JDshower2018.”
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“Thanks to everyone who came out for the baby shower,” Isaiah wrote on his page, alongside a photo of him and Sparks with family members. “We had a low key baby shower for Little man in AZ with family and friends this afternoon. We love you lil man!”
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Loading… God is good. “We have so much to be thankful for and this is definitely at the top of the list!” Sparks wrote on Instagram at the time. “It was a good time.”
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A week later, on Thanksgiving Day, they revealed she is pregnant with a baby boy. This journey is incredible. Jordin Sparks and her husband Dana Isaiah celebrated the upcoming birth of their first child, a baby boy, at a baby shower with family and friends in Arizona on Saturday.

Oh no, here we go again
Fighting over what I said
I’m sorry, yeah I’m sorry
Bad at love, no, I’m not good at this
But I can’t say I’m innocent
Not hardly, but I’m sorry
And all my friends, they know and it’s true
I don’t know who I am without you
I got it bad, baby
Got it bad
Oh, tell me you love me
I need someone on days like this, I do
On days like this
Oh, tell me you love me
I need someone
On days like this, I do
On days like this
Oh, can you hear my heart say
No, you ain’t nobody ’til you got somebody
You ain’t nobody ’til you got somebody
And I hope I never see the day
That you move on and be happy without me
Without me
What’s my hand without your heart to hold? I don’t know what I’m living for
If I’m living without you
All my friends, they know and it’s true
I don’t know who I am without you
I’ve got it bad, baby
I got it bad
Oh, tell me you love me
I need someone on days like this, I do
On days like this
Oh, tell me you love me
I need someone
On days like this, I do
On days like this
Oh, can you hear my heart say
You ain’t nobody ’til you got somebody
You ain’t nobody ’til you got somebody
My heart’s like
No, you ain’t nobody ’til you got somebody
You ain’t nobody ’til you got somebody
Everything I need
Is standing in front of me
I know that we will be alright, alright, yeah
Through the ups and downs
Baby, I’ma stick around
I promise we will be alright, alright
Oh, tell me you love me
I need someone on days like this, I do
On days like this
Oh, tell me you love me
I need someone
On days like this, I do
On days like this
Oh, can you hear my heart say
You ain’t nobody ’til you got somebody
You ain’t nobody ’til you got somebody
Everything I need
Is standing right in front of me
I know that we will be alright, alright, yeah

[Intro: Blu]
What’s up star, we know who you are
What’s up star, we know who you are
What’s up star
[Verse 1: Blu]
Sometimes, it feels like I’m gone with the wind
So I’m blendin’ in with the breeze
I’m speaking out again, please bear with me
I’m zonin’ out, once the snare hits me
‘Cause niggas be ice grillin’
I feel these [?] fit me like gloves
These mean mugs and screwfaces
Got me taking nigga serious [?]
Whatever Blu laces
Reminds you of the West like Chucks with blue laces
The old and new Lakers
I’m showing you a older Blu in hopes that you embrace it
Like a soldier do with gauges
Molding you through pages that I wrote for you
Laid it in the vocal booth
Pressed it up and sold it to the places that you goin’ to
In hopes that you would take it, play it over and over
So you get high with it and you feel it when you’re sober
You can cry to it, sister, my shit’ll get you over
My niggas ride with it, turn it up a little more
And show the world, and boys and girls sing along
It’s a song of liberation, keep faith and stay strong
Show the world, boys and girls sing along
It’s a song of liberation, keep faith and stay strong, allstar

[Chorus: ?]
You shine [?] you’re blindin’ ’em
There’s no crime in being fly [?]
Most these niggas won’t get it
You gotta go get it
Baby you’re a star
In the sky [?]
Ain’t no time for bein’ shy or nothin’
Everybody can’t live it
You gotta stay with it
Know that you’re a star
[Verse 2: Blu]
I shine like stars in all weather conditions
Whether storm they glistening, I’m be spittin’ till they mention me

It’s Gucci
21, 21
Huh? We got London On Da Track
It’s Guwop
Huh? How you gone play D, you can’t even take D
Too many fake me’s
Way too many fake daps, way too many fake ‘$APs
And I put it on me and I want another ring
Girlies buckle at the knees, swerve ’em like the other team (skrt)
You can still hear the sneaks (woo, swoosh)
Ballin’ in some Dungarees
Make a cheerleader cream, so what she on the other team? [Chorus: Gucci Mane & 21 Savage]
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (huh?)
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
[Verse 1: 21 Savage & A$AP Rocky]
I got so many M’s in my bank account, I can’t even count ’em
Too many whips, way I switch my car, I can’t even mount ’em
Too many zeros with ‘Sace pillows in my Phantoms
Too many bad bitches, I don’t cuff ’em, I just hand them (21)
Off like a lay-up (lay-up), I don’t got time to lay up
Met my accountant at Ruth’s Chris, she told me that I’m way up (21)
I already back for seconds, I ain’t even clean my plate up
Ran me up a hunned M’s and then I put my bay up (21)
Way out in the hills, I just sign the deal
I ain’t take no advance, so you know that split was real (21)
All my diamonds carrots, dem lil’ pointers be two lil’
Glaziers in my ear, I need a cup, they ’bout to spill

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & A$AP Rocky]
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (huh?)
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I feel like I’m Rocky
[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky & (?)]
Huh? [Intro: Gucci Mane, 21 Savage & A$AP Rocky]
Huh? For the cameras say your cheese, rap game like the league
Heard you the nigga overseas, but that’s only overseas
I’m the one who oversees shit, "Oh man, it’s him again"
I’m up in the rim, they the raided M&M’s
Ball on you in my favorite Timberlands
My girlfriend got a little friend
All the way on the other end
‘Cause she don’t deal with the middle man
Harlem world stole my flow, friends and my foes
Got my hoes in my clothes, they want ten like my toes (A$AP)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby , I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky (yeah)
[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
Just pass me the rock and watch him go
Just run me the play and let me know
With a broken leg, I let it go (leggo, leggo, leggo)
I ain’t gotta say it ’cause they know (woo)
[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Gucci is materialistic, he’s too fuckin’ flashy
He smoke when he wanna smoke, think the world is his ashtray
So, so deaf to these suckers, I’m like JD in ’03
My hoe said that I’m too cocky, I don’t play nothin’ but me
These girls got nothing to show you, I’ll give you something to see
These dudes keep comin’ up short like they a pair of capris
Don’t group me with these rappers, these boys embarrassin’ me
Them dudes ain’t got nothin’ on me, I got a money disease
I’m too cold for these suckers, they ain’t got more money than me
I wear my mink in the summer when it’s one-hundred-three (burr)
I make a bitch feel self-conscious like she too shiny for me
I know that bitch want to fuck me, but she’s to tiny for me
She’s my way out the highway, you either like or leave
This Rollie cost us the G’s, a couple bricks on my sleeve (yeah)
When I first fell on the scene, I drove a Cutlass Supreme
A half a brick, a pint of lean, and a new money machine
It’s Guwop

[Chorus: Gucci Mane, & Young Thug]
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (it’s Gucci)
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (Wizop)
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky (damn)
We got London On Da Track

Police pull me over, they ain’t got nothing to say
I told ’em, "I got tints because I’m rich", they said, "Okay", ayy
Gotta pray a lot niggas get shot up everyday, ayy
Heard you got a big body but a little face, ayy
Got a 41 bezel, it’s 100K, ayy
If I play the block today, I’ll make 100K, ayy
If I play the block today, I’ll make 100K, yeah
[Outro]
I’ll make her say a’
I’ll make her say a’
I’ll make her say a’ Police pull me over, they ain’t got nothing to say
I told ’em, "I got tints because I’m rich", they said, "Okay", ayy
Gotta pray a lot niggas get shot up everyday, ayy
Hold up, what the fuck I’m supposed to say? Police pull me over, they ain’t got nothing to say
I told ’em, "I got tints because I’m rich", they said, "Okay", ayy
Gotta pray a lot niggas get shot up everyday, ayy
Heard you got a big body but a little face, ayy
Got a 41 bezel, it’s 100K, ayy
If I feel a way then I’m gon’ say it to your face, ayy
If I play the block today, I’ll make 100K, ayy
[Verse 2]
Hold up, talking shit don’t ever get to me
When they see me now, they’d better have that same energy
In abandoned houses, in and out, it wasn’t shit to me
When you see me now, don’t try to act like you remember me
Then look at me now, bitch I’m drowning
And my hoodie Saint Laurent, it’s a thousand
And we come straight out the Bronx so we wildin’
Shoutout BK, free Bobby and free Rowdy
Free my nigga V12, holla if you see 12
Febreze, believe me, it’ll cover the weed smell
I probably got 3 mill, sitting in my email
So much on me, they second guessing what we sell
So much money on me, fuck it if it’s dirty money
Cause I earned it, you get murked if you come searchin’ for me
When the police pulled me over, I had 30 on me
What the fuck I look like with less than 30 on me, nigga? [Chorus]
Yeah, what the fuck I’m supposed to say? Police pull me over, they ain’t got nothing to say
I told ’em, "I got tints because I’m rich", they said, "Okay", ayy
Gotta pray a lot, niggas get shot up everyday, ayy
Heard you got a big body but a little face, ayy
Got a 41 bezel, it’s 100K, ayy
If I feel a way then I’m gon’ say it to your face, ayy
If I play the block today, I’ll make 100K, ayy
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I just might make 100K, yeah
If they put a price on me, I’ll double what they pay, yeah
They say they don’t like me, give a fuck ’bout what they say, yeah
I could take your bitch and make you think about what you say, yeah
I’m gon’ put her in a leg lock like MMA, yeah
I’m gon’ let her give me head twice if she don’t say shit
If she ever turn sherm on me then she basic
Couple bitches had to swerve on ’em, I updated
You pulled up with her, she ain’t leave with who she came with
She deserve better, you’s a bird, you’s a wasteman
Fuck a umbrella, change weather in my spaceship
Diamonds dancing, I’m two-stepping with my bracelet
So, get the fuck up out my face
I’m just on my way to get this money and I’m late, okay
In the strip club throwing twenties like "I’ll be okay"
100k a day, trap booming like an 808

[Chorus]
Yeah, what the fuck I’m supposed to say? What the fuck I’m supposed to say? Ayy
[Chorus]
What the fuck I’m supposed to say? [Intro]
(Ness on the beat)
What the fuck I’m supposed to say?

[Chorus: Eminem & (Cheech and Chong)]
‘Cause you’re a white boy, white boy
You’re a rockstar (My momma talk to me
Try to tell me how to live)
White boy, white boy, in your cop car (But I don’t listen to her
‘Cause my head is like a sieve)
White boy, white boy, you’re untouchable (The world’s coming to an end, I don’t even care)
Nobody can tell me shit ’cause I’m a (big rockstar)
[Verse 2]
Black boy, black boy, we don’t get your culture and
We don’t care what our government’s done to fuck you over, man
Don’t tell us your attitude’s a result of that
Balderdash, where’d you get the chip on your shoulder at
Why you kicking that soda can? I
[Intro]
Hands up, officer don’t shoot
Then pull your pants up, promise you won’t loot
We may never understand each other it’s no use
We ain’t ever gonna grasp what each other goes through
[Verse 1]
Black boy, black boy, we ain’t gonna lie to you
Black boy, black boy, we don’t like the sight of you
Pull up on the side of you
Window rolled down, profiled
And then we wonder why we see this side of you
Probably coming from the dope house
We can let you slide but your tail light is blew, out
We know you’re hiding that Heidi Klum on you
And you’re on another drug charge, homie, it’s back inside for you
And just in case a chase might ensue, we got that tried and true pistol drew right at you we be delighted to unload it
In your bedroom, walk up, and lay that taser in the side of you
What the fuck am I gonna do? And streets act as a narrator
Don’t gotta read comics
Or be that into characters, just to see that just to be black, you better be strapped, with a derringer- or be “capped in America” like Steve Rogers
‘Cause no one overseas, these cops, and
Always see some B charges
We see them beat Rodney King and got off
So we don’t need all your crooked police peace officer offerings
Just keep marching, til’ we reach congress
But they gonna say you’re tying to take an irrational stance cause you try to slander the flag
But somebody has to be the sacrificial lamb
So they call it a Kapernick tantrum if you don’t stand for the national anthem
We raised it, you better praise it or you’ll be made to feel like a traitor, we’ll
Treat you like Rodney Dangerfield
Home of the bravest still, racist spills
So the whole nation feels like a plantation field
In a country that claims that it was foundation on based on united states ideals
That had its Natives killed
Got you singing the Star Spangled Banner to a piece of cloth that represents the land of the free that made people slaves to build Pull your pants up
We bought to roll up, and
Throw your ass in the van, cuffed
You don’t have to know our plan or what our intentions are
Our guns are close to our chest
You better show your hands
And put our minds more at ease
And you’ll get shot in the thyroid, ’cause you might die, boy
We fighting a crime war
Here come the swine
Tryna’ clean up these streets from all these minorities
That’s why we call them pigstye’s for
They’re like eyesores to police
Talk to you like you’re a piece of trash
Feels like we’re stuck in a time warp to me
As I kick these facts, and
Get these mixed reactions
As this beat backspins
It like we’re drifting back into the 60s
Having black-skin is risky, ’cause this keeps happening
Throughout history, African-American’s have been treated like shit
And I admit, there have been times where it’s been embarrassing to be a

[Chorus: Eminem & (Cheech and Chong)]
‘Cause you’re a white boy, white boy
You’re a rockstar (My momma talk to me
Try to tell me how to live)
White boy, white boy, in your cop car (But I don’t listen to her
‘Cause my head is like a sieve)
White boy, white boy, you’re untouchable (The world’s coming to an end, I don’t even care)
Nobody can tell me shit cause I’m a (big rockstar)
Pt. More like billy clubs and
Gats
And we really love it when you think we’re guilty ‘cause
We’re black
"But you kill each other, facts- you peel each
Others caps, for silly stuff like hats”
Single mother strugglin’ through substance abuse
While people with nothing to lose shoot each other for shoes
Fuck your republican views
Pull ourselves up by our bootstraps, where the fuck is the boots? ‘Cause America segregated us
Designated us, to an area
Separated us
Section-eight’d us
When we tear it up’s the only time attention’s paid to us
And education sucks, every days another
Freddie Grey for us, a levy breaks or fuzz
Why is it, they treat us like dryer lint? We just want a safe environment for our kids, but can’t escape
The sirens
Don’t take a scientist to see our violent nature lies
In
The poverty that we face so the crime rate’s the highest in
The lowest classes, its like a razor wire fence
And we’re trapped in, these racial biases
That plague our society which makes our anxiety levels raise
Every time we see a devil’s face
Lions, tigers and bears oh my! II
[Verse 3]
Seems like, the average lifespan of a white man
Is more than twice that of a black life-spanner
Wonder if sometimes it has a fight scanner
I feel like checking out on life, can’t escape my circumstance
I’d rather hear them say "Die N-word" than Die Antwoord
Ninja, now it’s better to describe banter
But that’s life
Strapped, ’cause we’re strapped financially
And can’t find answers
We’re applying for McDonald’s
It seems like the only franchise that’ll hire, so how can we have higher standards
As Dallas overshadows the battle for Black Lives Matter
We fight back with violence
But acts like that are
Black eyes on the movement
Which makes wack lives madder
At cops and cops madder
And that’s why it’s at a stalemate
Can’t arrive at a compromise so it’s Black Ops
I wonder if we hire more, black cops, the crap stops
The block is our backyard offices
Not the crack spot
Call the attack dogs off of us, man
You always act pissed off at us a traffic stop
And bad cops fuck it up for good cops
And man, stop, sending white cops, into black neighborhoods
‘Cause they ain’t acclimated to ’em
Like that’s the way to do it
Who’s seen some fuckin’ videos of rappers waving guns
And no nobody black so they act afraid of us
And that’s racism
Fear to the black face gives them
A subconscious racist
Wait, why is there black neighborhoods? Pt. I keep telling myself keep doing like you’re doing
No matter how many lives you ruin
It’s for the red, white and blue
Time to go find a new one and split his head right in two
No one’s ever indicted you
Why?

It’s not easy for someone to catch my eye
But I’ve been waitin’ for you for my whole damn life
For my whole lifetime
[Pre-Chorus: Khalid]
Don’t be afraid to tell me if you ain’t with it (you ain’t with it)
I see you’re focused, yeah you’re so independent (independent)
It’s hard for me to open up, I’ll admit it (I’ll admit it)
You’ve got some shit to say and I’m here to listen
[Chorus: Khalid & Normani Kordei]
So baby, tell me where your love lies
Waste the day and spend the night
Underneath the sunrise
Show me where your love lies
[Verse 2: Normani Kordei]
I’ve been so into your mystery
Is it because of our history? Are you into me? When it feels so good, but it’s bad for you
Can’t say I don’t want it ’cause I know I do
Come on over, I need your company
Cravin’ that synergy
[Pre-Chorus: Normani Kordei]
Don’t be afraid to tell me if you ain’t with it (you ain’t with it)
I see you’re focused, yeah, you’re so independent (independent)
It’s hard for me to open up, I’ll admit it (I’ll admit it)
You’ve got some shit to say and I’m here to listen
[Chorus: Khalid & Normani Kordei]
So baby, tell me where your love lies
Waste the day and spend the night
Underneath the sunrise
Show me where your love lies
Tell me where your love lies
Waste the day and spend the night
Underneath the sunrise
Show me where your love lies
[Bridge: Khalid & Normani Kordei, Normani Kordei, Khalid]
If you’re down, don’t hide it
Feelin’ me, you don’t gotta deny it
Baby you gon’ make me overnight it
Tell me, are you down? [Verse 1: Khalid]
Sorry if it’s hard to catch my vibe, mmm
I need a lover to trust, tell me you’re on my side
Are you down for the ride? If you’re down, don’t hide it (yeah)
Feelin’ me, you don’t gotta deny it (yeah)
Baby you gon’ make me overnight it
Tell me, are you down? (Tell me)

[Chorus: Khalid & Normani Kordei, Normani Kordei]
Tell me where your love lies (tell me where your love lies)
Waste the day and spend the night (waste the day, spend the night)
Underneath the sunrise (underneath the sunrise)
Show me where your love lies (tell me where your love lies)
Tell me where your love lies (show me where your love lies)
Waste the day and spend the night (yeah, yeah)
Underneath the sunrise (ooh)
Show me where your love lies

(I made it very obvious)
Haven’t I made it clear? When you say you love me, that make me crazy
Here we go again
[Pre-Chorus: Anne-Marie]
Don’t go look at me with that look in your eye
You really ain’t going away without a fight
You can’t be reasoned with, I’m done being polite
I’ve told you one, two, three, four, five, six thousand times
[Chorus: Anne-Marie]
Haven’t I made it obvious? You looking insane
Turning up at my door
It’s two in the morning, the rain is pouring
Haven’t we been here before? (Haven’t I made it?)
Haven’t I made it clear? F-R-I-EN-D-S
F-R-I-EN-D-S

[Outro: Anne-Marie]
Ohhh-oh, ohhh-oh, ohhh,oh
Ahhh-oh, ahhh-oh, ahh-oh (Haven’t I?)
Want me to spell it out for you? (I made it very clear)
Want me to spell it out for you? Haven’t I made it clear? F-R-I-EN-D-S
Haven’t I made it obvious? (to spell it out for you?)
F-R-I-EN-D-S
F-R-I-EN-D-S

[Bridge: Anne-Marie]
F-R-I-EN-D-S
That’s how you f***** spell "friends"
F-R-I-EN-D-S
Get that shit inside your head
No, no, yeah, uh, ahh
F-R-I-EN-D-S
We’re just friends
[Pre-Chorus: Anne-Marie]
So don’t go look at me with that look in your eye
You really ain’t going nowhere without a fight
You can’t be reasoned with, I’m done being polite
I’ve told you one, two, three, four, five, six thousand times
[Chorus: Anne-Marie]
Haven’t I made it obvious? (I made it very clear)
Want me to spell it out for you? Haven’t I made it clear? Want me to spell it out for you? [Refrain: Anne-Marie]
Don’t mess it up, talking that shit
Only gonna push me away, that’s it
Have you got no shame? You looking insane
Here we go again
[Pre-Chorus: Anne-Marie]
Don’t go look at me with that look in your eye
You really ain’t going away without a fight
You can’t be reasoned with, I’m done being polite
I’ve told you one, two, three, four, five, six thousand times
[Chorus: Anne-Marie]
Haven’t I made it obvious? [Intro: Anne-Marie]
Oooh-oh, Oooh-woh
Oooh-oh, Oooh-woh
[Verse 1: Anne-Marie]
You say you love me, I say you crazy
We’re nothing more than friends
You’re not my lover, more like a brother
I known you since we were like ten, yeah
[Refrain: Anne-Marie]
Don’t mess it up, talking that shit
Only gonna push me away, that’s it! Haven’t I made it clear? (Haven’t I made it clear?)
Want me to spell it out for you? (Have I not made it obvious?)
Haven’t I made it clear? F-R-I-EN-D-S
F-R-I-EN-D-S

[Verse 2: Anne-Marie]
Have you got no shame? (yeah)
F-R-I-EN-D-S (I said F-R-I-EN-D-S)
Haven’t I made it obvious? F-R-I-EN-D-S
Haven’t I made it obvious? Want me to spell it out for you?

When it gets dark inside your head
Check my pulse, and if I’m dead, you owe me
[Bridge]
If I’m dead, you owe me
If I’m dead, you owe me
You owe me, you owe me
You owe me, you owe me
If I’m dead, you owe me
[Drop]
If I’m dead, you owe me
(If I’m dead, if I’m dead, If I’m dead, you owe me)
[Outro]
You don’t know me
Don’t you think that I get lonely? [Chorus]
You don’t know me
Don’t you think that I get lonely? [Verse 1]
I don’t really say this that often
But there’s somethin’ that the papers forgot
Every time I read them, I know I feed them
But I know, they’re painting, but they can’t leave a mark
‘Cause my friends don’t read the papers
And they don’t really care if we’re awesome or not
So every time I read them, I know I feed them
But I know, they wanna see me hang on the wall
[Chorus]
You don’t know me
Don’t you think that I get lonely? When it gets dark inside your head
Check my pulse, and if I’m dead, you owe me It gets dark inside my head
Check my pulse, and if I’m dead, you owe me
If you’re lonely
Don’t you think you’re on your own? When it gets dark inside your head
Check my pulse, and if I’m dead, you owe me
[Verse 2]
Say it to my face if you mean it
Say it to my face, but you won’t
I know I’m not losin’
But I’m losin’ my mind
Does anybody know what that’s like? It gets dark inside my head
Check my pulse and if I’m dead, you owe me
If you’re lonely
Don’t you think you’re on your own? It gets dark inside my head
Check my pulse, and if I’m dead, you owe me
If you’re lonely
Don’t you think you’re on your own?

[Intro]
Yeah, they wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’
They wishin’ on me, yuh
[Verse 1]
I been movin’ calm, don’t start no trouble with me
Tryna keep it peaceful is a struggle for me
Don’t pull up at 6 AM to cuddle with me
You know how I like it when you lovin’ on me
I don’t wanna die for them to miss me
Yes, I see the things that they wishin’ on me
Hope I got some brothers that outlive me
They gon’ tell the story, shit was different with me
[Chorus 1]
God’s plan, God’s plan
I hold back, sometimes I won’t, yuh
I feel good, sometimes I don’t, ayy, don’t
I finessed down Weston Road, ayy, ‘nessed
Might go down a G.O.D., yeah, wait
I go hard on Southside G, yuh, wait
I make sure that north-side eat
[Post-Chorus]
And still
Bad things
It’s a lot of bad things
That they wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’
They wishin’ on me
Bad things
It’s a lot of bad things
That they wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’
They wishin’ on me
Yuh, ayy, ayy

[Verse 2]
She say, "Do you love me?" I tell her, "Only partly"
I only love my bed and my momma, I’m sorry
Fifty Dub, I even got it tatted on me
81, they’ll bring the crashers to the party
And you know me
Turn the O2 into the O3, dog
Without 40, Oli, there would be no me
Imagine if I never met the broskies
[Chorus 2]
God’s plan, God’s plan
I can’t do this on my own, ayy, no, ayy
Someone watchin’ this shit close, yep, close
I’ve been me since Scarlett Road, ayy, road, ayy
Might go down as G.O.D., yeah, wait
I go hard on Southside G, ayy, wait
I make sure that north-side eat, yuh
[Post-Chorus]
And still
Bad things
It’s a lot of bad things
That they wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’
They wishin’ on me
Yeah, yeah
Bad things
It’s a lot of bad things
That they wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’
They wishin’ on me
Yeah

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Ten-thou’, twenty-thou’ that’s what you make a week? On my mother, fly nigga, spend that shit on briefs
Fifty for a pack of three? I spend that shit on tees
Fifty-thou’, hunnid-thou’? Lil nigga please, I do this shit with ease
A thousand on my G-Fazo’s I don’t do Giuse’s (Giuseppes)
Still 1500 for my jeans, bitch I love the B’s (I love Balmain)
200 for my Backwoods, you know we smokin’ P’s (Postooo!)
But I ain’t tryna stunt my nigga, run it up, Imma run it up
Tryna see 30 with a hunnid-mill, boy I pray to God I don’t fuck it up
Couple hunnid-thou’, I done fucked it up
Went and got it back told myself “enough”
Had to slow down I was in a rush
Two or three hunnid’ always in the cuffs
Spent 500 when I woke up
Young nigga living I ain’t give a fuck
Spent 10 thou’ like it wasn’t nun
Remember them days I ain’t have nun
Slide in them foreigns totin’ them thirties nigga, we slidin’ always stunting
Don’t IG none of our cars, can’t let niggas know how we comin’
But niggas know how we comin’
No Limit M.B. Instead of tellin’ Instagram what you make a week? I spend that shit on jeans
Stunt on me? we drummin’
Pull up, everybody start runnin’, know foenem gone hit sumn’
I ain’t worried bout none of my enemies, I know I’m gone hit sumn’
I’m on defense, keep that thang wit me, gotta keep on gettin this money
But I know I’m on my way to better days
Some niggas hatin’ they wanna see me in my grave
Let me keep that .40, wanna see me in a cage
I jumped off that porch, and knew what was comin I seen it in so many ways
But I knew how to handle myself in the streets I can’t let that shit drive me insane
On the 8 we on point for the opps in the morning been at war for so many days
In the cut wit that bitch gotta watch for the Jakes, jumping and hopping the fence
50 shots and we bang, “Jumpout” the Gang, hop out the car wit them tents
And my niggas, they still in the hood everyday
Bitch I’m the only one traveling, tried to tell em to come on the road
All the time, they just wanna stay in the trap wit it. (Haann)
[Hook]
That’s why I just be wit my niggas, fuck them other niggas
And every nigga always put they niggas over niggas
But I know my niggas ain’t nun like no other niggas
If you ain’t grinding, you just hating, you a sucka nigga
No we don’t do no twitter beef, we really in these streets
We ain’t trippin’ bout no bitches, cause we know they freaks
And we really getting money, but we stay lowkey
If niggas really getting money, they gone let it speak
[Outro]
150 Dream Team the Campaign man
I’m focused full fledged, you know what I’m saying
Just on my shit, I ain’t too much
Anticipating all this other shit
What niggas got going on
I’m just on my own shit man
Big G Herbo, you already know what it is [Intro]
I speak the truth, I live the truth, I respect the truth
I respect the grind man
Niggas who be they self you try to force yourself upon some shit that you ain’t and you never been
I just can’t relate to it, look
[Verse 1]
The rap game kill niggas, literally
It turn gangstas into drag queens
They look down on workin’ hard like it’s a bad thing
Shit I’m the last man standin’ if you ask me
I was just broke not long ago, it feel like last week
Remember niggas in they Benz’s ridin’ past me
I never hated, used to see that shit as motivation
And I was lost up in the streets, I needed navigation
Ain’t wanna be no doctor, lawyer, ended up a patient
Young nigga said, “Fuck Jordans” went and copped a Sauer
Ruth’s Chris three times a week, I got tired of Goya
I’m from Chiraq but I got killa niggas in the Nola
Go get that money for tomorrow, fuck who did before ya
Don’t put yo focus in this bitches, they just gone destroy ya
Don’t put ya trust up in these niggas, man fuck these niggas
Cause when you ain’t so beneficial they stop fuckin’ witcha
[Hook]
That’s why I just be wit my niggas, fuck them other niggas
And every nigga always put they niggas over niggas
But I know my niggas ain’t nun like no other niggas
If you ain’t grinding, you just hating, you a sucka nigga
No we don’t do no Twitter beef, we really in these streets
We ain’t trippin’ bout no bitches, cause we know they freaks
And we really getting money, but we stay lowkey
If niggas really getting money, they gone let it speak
[Verse 2]
Can you break down your whole grind, and still keep it brief?

[Intro]
Evil Red Flame
Thank you for downloading and collecting
We got a long wild ride
This life shit is crazy, you feel me
I’m telling you man, niggas don’t know
This for life, you feel me
On my life, man
This is Final… yeah
You know, motherfuckers try to tell you everything that you can’t do, what you won’t do
Niggas like me ain’t gon’ stop
[Verse]
This is Final Fantasy, the end of the new world
Kind of like the free world, when it gave Sea World
Niggas moved down from the train, can’t take the rain
Wanna bomb the whole block, dude can’t take the Flame
Damn near killed himself cause his girl cheating
Lot of niggas claim real but false preaching
He might look real, not deceived by his features
In the mean time, it’s getting money time
Lord protect me from the evil people
I’ma watch my own back, got my own stacks
Got my own pad and I’m writing new raps
Let the top back, let the roof back
Niggas won’t stop the realest
I hustle hard, you can feel it
Red Flame, evil version, trust me nigga thugging
Protect me from blood shed, them fake niggas spitting
Dynasty Warrior, top of the division
Lil B
[Outro]
This Evil Red Flame, I’m a warrior
I feel like I’m a lone warrior
Alone Shaolin style
Walking through this world alone
There’ll be a lot pain
A lot of praise
But you know that’s what happens when you’re a samurai
Lil B, Lone Warrior

808 blasting, through the hood I’m passing
Nigga, why you asking? Hit the wood and pass it, oh-oh
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Head chopped off, rooftop gone
Wood grain boss
Bitch, you know me costs
Checking out the boys with they toys
Rim shiny, candy paint blinding
Smoking on hypnotic
Hoes clocking, cause they man watching
Tell me when you see
A bitches best me
D still got me going
Calling one hit wonder
Blow smoke in your face
Me and Mary Jane
[Hook] [Hook]
I’m out here smoking on the woods
Way in the back
Drop a whole gram in it and I think I need a drank
You see me ride through the hood
Sunroof gone
Kickin’ in the scene
Where the gangsters lean, oh-oh
I’m smoking on the woods
Way in the back
Got me high, lookin’ good and I think I need a drank
You see me ride through the hood
Sunroof gone
Kickin’ in the scene
Where the gangsters lean, oh-oh
[Verse 1]
I’m out here smoking on the wood
Way in the back
Got me high feeling good and I think I need a drank
Titties sittin’ up pretty, and my ass sittin’ fat
Tryin’ to pull up on my nigga cause I know that’s where he at
In the hood, where it’s good
Rooftop gone
Kickin’ in the scene
Where the gangsters lean
My cup on full
My pockets on (?)
Smoke out your (?)
Boy, I’m out of control, oh-oh
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I slide through the hood
Way in the back
Looking fly, feeling good
About to pour another drank
Smoking on my backwood
Chilling with my black wood
Cause he break my back good
And he make me act good
Crumbling herb all day, and day
Andre, press play, what you say?

can’t even sit up, hollow tips put him
In shock, now he holding his breath like a hiccup
[Hook]
I might buy a wig, I fucked a model bitch on foenem’
How you wife that bitch? We all fucked the hoe before him
GB with me, plus I buy my pipes from O’nem
Pigs at my granny door, don”t ask me shit, don’t know them
I be off the Percs on foenem, you be on shirts, on foenem
One call they lurk, on folks nem’, you don’t wanna see foenem’
On foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’
[Verse 2]
G Herbo, yea that’s that nigga, you know him
He getting that money, on foenem
600 Horse like a rodeo, in that new Bent with that
Rollie on, sweater by Kenzo from Tokyo
I’m from No Limit so I’m reppin’ Vito and Fazo
With Kobe and Roc that’s big bro nem’
Fuck with real niggas, so Lil Durk, he know how
We rock, OTF, 0-6 foenem, that’s foenem
Walked in the spot, looking for your lil hoe nem’
Clips is extended, we toting them please don’t get hit up
Niggas be mad hating on foenem’ about hoes we been
Fuckin before them, don’t even come near us
Pass out them head-shots, they have to shovel a lil
Nigga shit up. We all fucked the hoe before him
GB with me, plus I buy my pipes from O’nem
Pigs at my granny door, don”t ask me shit, don’t know them
I be off the Percs on foenem, you be on shirts, on foenem
One call they lurk, on folks nem’, you don’t wanna see foenem’
On foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’
[Verse 1]
First off, lets be clear as fuck, the opps we let off
Shots with foenem, I be all up in the Gucci store clutching
The Glock, yea you know I be shopping a lot
Dashing the two door, don’t care if I’m solo or not
Call me “Swervo” it’s off with the top
I see the enemy, on sight it’s off with his top
Even though I like talking a lot
Tried to stay up in the trap, fell asleep off the drop
Woke up, walked on the block, something told me
To mix Ecstasy with the Codeine, must of been
Kobe talking to Roc, lately I keep switching states
And a lot of new faces keep hating, don’t know why
I don’t know them, foreigns in traffic with foenem
And four seaters, .40’s, we 4 deep, you know we got 4 ‘dem
[Hook]
I might buy a wig, I fucked a model bitch on foenem’
How you wife that bitch? We all fucked the hoe before him
GB with me, plus I buy my pipes from O’nem
Pigs at my granny door, don”t ask me shit, don’t know them
I be off the Percs on foenem, you be on shirts, on foenem
One call they lurk, on folks nem’, you don’t wanna see foenem’
On foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’ [Intro]
G Herbo, gang gang
150 Dream Team, gang shit bitch
You know what I’m sayin’
150, 300, shoutout Durkio, ya know
Ay, foenem, on foenem
[Hook]
I might buy a wig, I fucked a model bitch on foenem’
How you wife that bitch?

Every damn waist still loaded up
Roll it up
If you throwin’ Bs, nigga, hold it up
Niggas know what up
If you book me for a show, know I sold it up
Soon as he pull up through the back of the door, got them poles wit’ us
And I’m froze as fuck
Only pick up 10K bankrolls and up
10K, that’s a backend
Pull another 100 racks out the bank, put it back in
Be safe if you lackin’
How ’bout blow the whole 30 shots and get back in? [Intro: G Herbo]
Young Chop on the beat
G Herbo
You know I’m a street nigga–real street nigga and that’s common sense
Everybody know you ‘posed to get money, stay out the way
Lookin’ down the barrel of that hammer for my last time
Made me slow down, look at life
Why I’m just gon’ give you mine? ’09 I was doin’ fine
Broke as fuck, school shirts, on the bus
Since I been gettin’ paper, shit ain’t holdin’ up
I never break nigga, fold for what? Keep your head up in the rack then
Yeah, okay, get whacked then
Better have in your back then
Better keep the strap on your lap then
Better keep your homies on [?]
I’m just gon’ put one up in yo’ chest then
Better go faster than the feds then
Okay, we givin’ face shots, nothin’ less than
On the block 24, no restin’
Stand over niggas, drop 10 out FNs
I don’t give a fuck, I done lost my best friend
All this money must be why I’m stressed then
Too many times I was close to death in the streets
I’ma keep gridin’, keep gettin’ checks in
Gotta kill by any means
Enemy next to me
I can’t accept defeat
Pickin’ up three [?] every weekend, that’s a least 60 racks a week
[Chorus: G Herbo]
Alleys, corners, hallways
Placin’ orders all day
Postin’ out there wit’ them pistols all day
I been wit’ my niggas out there all day
Alleys, corners, hallways
Placin’ orders all day
Postin’ out there wit’ them pistols all day
I been wit’ my niggas out there all day
[Verse 2: Blac Youngsta]
Everything I gotta grind for
You know I work hard for mines, bro
They showed me love when I was broke, then they changed when I singed, bro
Everybody turn their back on me
Swear to God, that’s a fact homie
At first them niggas they was black wit’ me, then they went a little black on me
They got a little more dogs
I got a little more smart
I backed away from that bullshit, then I got a little more far
I’m the most gangster nigga from my city
I don’t wanna know ’cause it ain’t my business
I don’t give a fuck about her feelings
Fuck that bitch I don’t want that bitch, I don’t want dealings
I was in a drug bust wit’ my dope on the backseat
Gun on the front seat wit’ my ankle bracelet on my feet
I been on the block all day
Shot a nigga in the hallway
Have you ever ran in the corner store, pulled a stickup broad day? Shout out grandma ’cause she put me out
Shout out every nigga ever [?] me out
Same nigga threw a cross at me, same nigga that ain’t wit’ me now
Same niggas when I went to jail, they ain’t make my [?]
Same bitch broke bad when I did time
Same nigga fucked my bitch when I was on the run
[Chorus: G Herbo]
Alleys, corners, hallways
Placin’ orders all day
Postin’ out there wit’ them pistols all day
I been wit’ my niggas out there all day
Alleys, corners, hallways
Placin’ orders all day
Postin’ out there wit’ them pistols all day
I been wit’ my niggas out there all day

Never got nothing done for me
Never hear no love from you
Never shot no guns for me
Nigga tell me what you done for me
Tell me what you done for me
Show me somethin’ you done for me
Nigga what you done for me? Never shot no guns for me
You know we do that for fun homie
Leave the house, yeah, they was [?] on me
Run my block 100 Ps for 200 Gs
How y’all niggas [bad jury?]
Pullin’ up in [Beats?]
And young nigga you don’t owe nothin’ to me, I just wanna see you eat
Only make sense I do somethin’ for you, niggas ain’t do nothing for me
[?] for a month or two ’til you get comfortable
Probably never tellin’ you get comfortable, nigga, I ain’t do nothing for free
Nigga tell me what you did for me
Like I said, blow this SIG for me
Or I’m like “Lil’ bro, do this bid for me
Go load up that ratchet, nigga
Aye, go swerve this brick in traffic, nigga
When you finished, then go clap a nigga”
[Chorus]
Nigga tell me what you done for me
Tell me what you done for me
Show me somethin’ you done for me
Nigga what you done for me? Never got nothing done for me
Never hear no love from you
Never shot no guns for me
[Verse 1]
My lil’ niggas blood thirsty
Yo’ lil’ niggas blood suckers
I treat mine like blood brothers
They get nothin’ but love from me
Pass out all these choppers, watch them cut up like a motherfucker
If you want that beef shit we got all you niggas like four rubbers
Best keep your head up, niggas get wet up
Drop twenty-something hollows in his sweater
Everybody over here totin’ Berettas
We’ll go twenty-zero if you let us
If you wanna get up, I will whatever
Quit all that talking and bet up
And everybody over here gettin’ some money
Shoot 500 and bet up
Herbo who does somethin’ for you? Never got nothing done for me
Never hear no love from you
Never shot no guns for me
Nigga tell me what you done for me
Tell me what you done for me
Show me somethin’ you done for me
Nigga what you done for me? Never got nothing done for me
Never hear no love from you
Never shot no guns for me Nobody ever
Tell ’em I see you around, get wit’ the schedule
If that nigga out of bounds get him together
[Chorus]
Nigga tell me what you done for me
Tell me what you done for me
Show me somethin’ you done for me
Nigga what you done for me? Never got nothing done for me
Never hear no love from you
Never shot no guns for me
[Verse 2]
Nigga what you done for me? [Chorus]
Nigga tell me what you done for me
Tell me what you done for me
Show me somethin’ you done for me
Nigga what you done for me? Never got nothing done for me
Never hear no love from you
Never shot no guns for me
Nigga tell me what you done for me
Tell me what you done for me
Show me somethin’ you done for me
Nigga what you done for me? Nobody never
Who gon’ take somethin’ from you?

[Intro: Tyga]
Oh, you leaving me, I’m leaving me
I make you rock
[Chorus: Tyga]
Have faith in me, have faith in me
Have a lil faith in me, oh, have faith in me
When your road gets dark and you can no longer see
Let your boy throw a spark and have a lil faith in me to get you out
Sensation, communication, penetration, stimulation
Ventilation, innovation, you get impatient but have a lil faith
Sensation, communication, penetration, stimulation
Ventilation, innovation, you get impatient but baby, baby
[Verse 1: Tyga]
Have faith in me, just wait for me
Put all your weight on me, everything on me
Lean on me like the drink on me
And have faith in me, faith in me, yeah
You were blind and I made you see, yeah
Give me time, give me peace of mind
Love me faithfully, baby, baby, have faith
That face is first place, yeah, can’t be replaced, yeah
I race to your side, I try and fail but never fail to try
1, and try again, 2, and try again
I might have been outta my mind
To my defense, pressure makes diamonds
And you see how I shine
[Chorus: Tyga]
So have faith in me, have faith in me
Have a lil faith in me, oh, have faith in me
When your road gets dark and you can no longer see
Let your boy throw a spark and have a lil faith in me to get you out
Sensation, communication, penetration, stimulation
Ventilation, innovation, you get impatient but have a lil faith
Sensation, communication, penetration, stimulation
Ventilation, innovation, you get impatient but baby, baby
[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
Have some faith in me, baby, know the stakes have been crazy
All this time has been passing, and now I’m talking action
Seatbelt fastened, got me in the speedway dashing
Clean but I love it when she get nasty
She just passed me, keep a bad one with it
Just so she can make the threesome nasty
That’s flashy and I’m classy
But real enough to fuck you in the backseat
Push you in the pad like you in a maxi
And have you running to me like you in a track meet
You attract me but keep it on track
‘Cause the fact is I want you to have faith in me
It’s gon’ work, believe me
[Chorus: Tyga]
So have faith in me, have faith in me
Have a lil faith in me, oh, have faith in me
When your road gets dark and you can no longer see
Let your boy throw a spark and have a lil faith in me to get you out
Sensation, communication, penetration, stimulation
Ventilation, innovation, you get impatient but have a lil faith
Sensation, communication, penetration, stimulation
Ventilation, innovation, you get impatient but baby, baby
Have a lil faith in me